Black Scepter Chapter 9: Head-on crisis

One more today, I am really busy with things recently. I am too tired to open my eyes every day. I deleted most of the coded items. I hope you will understand.

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The Meeks family is obviously one of the unlucky ghosts persecuted by the sacred Gabriel Empire. Seven years ago, the only remaining marquis patriarch was captured and executed by the heretical ruling, and then the younger generations desperately tried to avenge the referee. But it has created a sad ending that is now dragged to the arena for profit.

There are too many doorways. The intuitive benefits of an earl vampire through the arena may be enough to build a half church, which is obviously more cost-effective than direct execution. Who would drag them to the sun casually?

"How many members are there in the Meeks family now?"

Morpheus didn't pay attention to the fact that the other party could not see the true and false words of gratitude, but asked a little indifferently.

"Just because you let the three of us die and want to control the entire Meeks family?" The Earl who was "rescued" by Morpheus changed his face suddenly, "I will promise you a request, this It’s a bloodline’s promise. It’s superfluous. I don’t think it will bring you any benefits. It will only attract the attention of the referee and the endless pursuit.”

"I need a scout in the night and a scout to collect intelligence." Morpheus ignored the earl's words at all, and said to him as if he said to himself, "If the Meeks family can do their best, I Naturally, you will not be ill-treated. Money is not the main thing. It can promote a status in the underground order. Perhaps this is what you really desire?"

"Drawing a huge cake waiting for me to go to the hook, to be honest, there is some pediatrics for an ancient blood family."

This dirty, but noble-like guy smiled, "I haven't counted the similar tricks I've seen in Connor Meeks' life for more than 800 years. The human conspiracy is always inflammatory, and it often makes people forget the cruelty of reality, but this kind of sexual **** does not have much effect on my old antiques."

The Earl standing in front of Morpheus has a pale complexion, but his strength is not bad, but he is not top. The advancement of Changsheng is very difficult. Conner? Meeks took eight hundred years to get to this step, and the same The level of strength of ordinary human beings may only take a few decades. The fairness of the creator is fully reflected here. The almost infinite life brings harsh and extreme difficulty, and in the long course of time, Any minor mistake may lead to abandonment of previous achievements

Morpheus was silent for a while, then gently took out the scepter that had been carrying on the back. His eyes flickered, and it seemed that he finally made a decision. He gently removed the layer of burlap that had been wrapped around, revealing the light reflection. The scepter in the moonlight.

"So... will it make you do it?"

The tone is cold, but with unquestioning pressure.

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Holy Gabriel Empire, Vatican.

As a religious and even political center, the Vatican, as the undoubted apex of the entire sacred Gabriel, has spent a few days in a condensed atmosphere.

The Dark Queen Ashcandi reappeared on the mainland, causing panic-like panic reaction in the Holy See. What’s more terrifying is that the key to this operation-the scepter of Sulfuras... mysteriously disappeared afterwards .

The decoration of the scepters held by the monarchs of the Fording Empire or the Gilman Empire is greater than the actual meaning, but the scepter of Sulfuras is an item that actually exists in the Old Testament and the Dead Sea Instruments. It was once used by the ancestors of the blood tribe Cain and gave it great power. It is even said that the creator of this scepter is Cain himself-too much exaggeration usually to cover up the unspeakable truth, for many years the true face of the dark scepter It has long been forgotten by the world.

It belongs to the dark, and any cleric is prohibited by the Holy See from ordering or using this scepter, because although it is powerful, everyone who touches or approaches it will cause the "spirit" and "belief" of the priest. "The irreparable damage, that is to say, even if the strength is as strong as Cardinal, the use of this scepter will lead to a substantial decline in strength or even worse than ordinary people!

More importantly, this scepter, like a Pandora’s Box, represents an endless disaster.

"Its existence is the temptation of the devil in the world."

This is a fact acknowledged by His Majesty the Pope of "Never Fallacy", but in order to prevent Ashkendi, who has destroyed the Holy See Pillars by nearly 10%, this scepter was still dispatched to the city of Hera, Three Cardinals with a strength of more than I are personally intercepted and intercepted by the crazy woman who had almost removed half of the Holy See.

It's just that the Vatican's Holy See didn't expect Ashcandy to be so powerful that he would have survived the death of the three bishops, and he didn't expect the scepter of Sulfuras to be lost inexplicably.

And on the edge of St. Peter’s Grand Place outside the Vatican’s Pope’s Hall, the building that made all the heretics fear and tremble has a tall and dark dark Gothic style-heresy referee, which does not Know how many dark species and humans with "heretic" hats are imprisoned.

It is the shadow in the light, the **** on earth.

Depth 375 meters below the Heretical Judgment Court, Ashcandi’s prison has no ordinary conceptual metal cages or guards-there are four levels of complexity on the pure black ground. Desperate magic circle, floating shackles imprison Ashcandi's limbs under the control of mysterious power, and her neck is buckled with a ring of metal made of Western titanium, which has countless internal Fine teeth, tightly bitten Ashcandina's original thin and fair neck.

The small size of the west-west titanium is terrifying, and Ashcandi’s neck carries a load of hundreds of kilograms, which makes her have to bow her head when she is pulled up by her limbs to the side.

With only a few pieces of charred cloth on her body, her skin still has scars, which can be called a serious wound for a horrifying existence standing on top of a dark species, but her abdomen is almost completely penetrated. The ruling brought here to restore the most basic physical functions with a small cup of blood, but then suffered torture and persecution unimaginable by ordinary people-only one purpose: to inquire about the whereabouts of Sulfuras scepter.

In fact, the Tribunal absolutely hopes that this woman will immediately be ashamed, but His Majesty the Pope issued a death order-can't find the scepter, maybe the heretical ruling court will be buried for it!

So this fateful woman, after being imprisoned for more than three hundred years, once again entered a hell-like death cell, facing almost endless torture and torture almost every other day-the heresy is not There is no novel way of interrogation, but it seems that it is not enough to see Ashcandi, who is tough and mentally sturdy. There is really no example in history to deal with this kind of "Ω"-level strong man with the same terrible physical and spiritual.

The ruling will not allow her to die, and will never make her comfortable, but at this moment Ashkandi, who was quietly lowering her head, seemed to feel something suddenly, and then slowly raised her head.

Blood stains stained half of her cheeks, but made the red pupils more enchanted. The bat wings behind had long been broken without any signs of recovery, but Ashcandi suddenly showed a strange smile.

The trace of the contract on his arm was shining, illuminating the empty and silent dungeon.

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At this moment.

The Morpheus in Hera City, 300 kilometers away, turned its head slightly, squinting at the ghostly woman in front of her, and the surprised expression flashed away.

In the first second, he only did half of his sword drawing, but the butterfly blade in the opponent's hand was already attached to his neck.

Even Sphynx, who was napping, did not find out when the other party appeared. When it reacted, the bell with a leash around his neck had been cut off by a sharp-shaped dart and fell to the ground.

And just two minutes ago, the existence of the Severus Scepter made Connor Meeks, one of the only members of the Meeks family, announce unilateral allegiance, and it was the loyalty of the whole family— There is no paper contract, a drop of blood, a promise, far more powerful than any words in the ancient blood.

But just after the three blood races left the forest to return to the Meeks family station to announce the decision, Morpheus, who turned his head and did not walk a few steps, suffered the silent assassination.

Morpheus remembers this face, so it is even more wondering why a lady watching the game in the Tekken Arena is staring at herself with a terrifying hand?

Who is the judge? Or the enemy of Windsor who recognized his true identity?

In a few seconds, Morpheus couldn’t judge the other party’s true identity~IndoMTL.com~ because she was still the lukewarm expression, her arms were still, and there was no identity sign on her body. , Purple eyes gleamed in the dark.

"Cooperating with blood is not a normal person's choice."

Irindal finally spoke, but his tone was cold, and the atmosphere was still drawn.

"If there is a better choice, I will also choose, but now I am just a poor man who has nothing." Morpheus smiled and laughed at himself, "I am not very comfortable with the feelings of upstarts, I should say that There are still some gold coins in your pocket, how much do you need?"

This is of course a joke. Can someone with Morpheus and Sphinx who can’t fight back be short of money? This is just a small temptation, Morpheus needs to understand each other's intentions.

"I just want to understand one thing," Irindal looked away at the sack wrapped in sackcloth behind Morpheus. "Why do items that can command higher-level dark creatures appear in your hand."

"I don’t know."

Morpheus simply refused to answer her question.

Irindal’s purple eyes flickered slightly, his arms slowly dropped, and Sphinx jumped on the shoulders of Morpheus with a bell in his hand, staring at the woman in front of him in the same manner as Morpheus— -Of course, the current Morpheus can be sure that the other party is not a simple lady. At least her skill has proved that she is at least a second-level assassin. This is not the same order as the mercenary union or the thieves. The high-ranking leaders inside the "Eagle Eyes" of Duke La are basically at this level.